The Tau Ceti Agenda

'Fucker's deep,' Corporal Pagoolas added from beside the lieutenant as he leaned over the safety bar, looking down the shaft.

'The major has ordered us to go down the tube and take the control room to this thing. He and the others will hold this position. Let's find out if we can put this thing to some good use.'

'Uh, Lieutenant,' Danny stuttered. 'I was wondering . . .'

'Spit it out, Bates.'

'If this thing is operational, why ain't they using it?'

'Maybe it's their day off.' Lieutenant Noonez shrugged.

'Why don't we go ask them ourselves, Private?' Sergeant Nicks added.

The elevator was nothing more than a lifter platform that was the exact shape of and slightly smaller than the shaft itself. The safety rail was about waist high around the periphery of the platform, and on opposite sides of the rail, there were two caution lights and one control box with several buttons and a videophone. The elevator descended the kilometer drop in less than a minute with little acceleration noticeable on the platform. Inertial dampening fields regulated the acceleration of the lift to match that of the facility.

'Okay, on the perimeters. We don't know what's waiting at the bottom,' Noonez warned. 'Nicks, take point.'

'Yes, sir. Pagoolas, you and Bates on my left. Tommy, you have my right.'

The four of them lined up and knelt in position with their railgun rifles drawn and ready to fire. They held quietly in place as the lift dropped to the bottom. The lights on the control box dinged as each floor passed until it reached the last one, coming to a stop in a room almost identical to the one they had been in up top. It was empty otherwise.

'Go, Sergeant,' Noonez ordered.

Karen slowly removed the safety bar over the opening and stepped into the room. She scanned her weapon left and right and then motioned that the room was clear. Pagoolas and Suez filed in on her flanks, and then Bates and Noonez pulled in behind them. There was nobody around.

'Well, that was anticlimactic,' Pagoolas said.

'Just the way I like,' Bates replied.

The room was no more than seven meters across with a double door on the other side. There was a yellow dotted line leading to doors, suggesting a pallet-lifter vehicle track. Lance Corporal Suez eased around the periphery of the room to a control panel like the one he had seen upstairs, and he let his AIC handshake with it.

The crew has been put on duty at the other driver. I guess that means the one on the moon. This one's abandoned, according to the records.

Right. Good work.

'LT, it's been abandoned for now. The crew has been restationed to the other mass driver, according to the records here.' Suez continued to listen to his AIC for another brief moment. 'My AIC says that they went there today, but we're not sure when exactly or how.'

'Good work, Tommy.' The lieutenant thought about what to do for a brief moment. 'Okay, then. If there's nobody here, let's make ourselves at home. Nicks, take point again.'

'Yes, sir.'

Sergeant Nicks slid the double doors open and led the team into a larger room. There was a construct of electronics, power plants, and a very large two-beam track running upward through a hole in the ceiling of the room. A large conveyor with several solid black cubes on it led to the center of the two-beam metal track. The cubes were about two meters on a side and were the texture of crushed metal like that from a recycling plant.

'Those must be the bullets for this thing,' Nicks said, pointing an armored hand at the cubes. 'They must weight a fuckin' ton.'

'LT! Look at this. I think I found the targeting system.' Tommy was looking at a station with multiple flat screens and a universal data port hardwire connector for DTM. There was a joystick system and several buttons on the control board. The viewport had yellow crosshairs in it, and the view was from above, on the surface looking upward. The moon facility above could be seen, and only parts of the battlespace were in view.

'Aha,' Noonez nodded. 'The battlespace is out of the field of view of this gun. That's why they left and went up there. This gun must be to protect that moon, and the moon is there to protect this base.'

'Why build a gun all the way up there to protect us down here?' Pagoolas asked.

'These things can only aim over a very small angle,' Tommy explained, moving his HVAR barrel back and forth to illustrate. 'The farther away your target is, the more likey it will be in your line of fire. Makes sense to have two of them.'

'But that's bad for us. It means we can't use this gun to our advantage,' Sergeant Nicks said.

'Shit. I'd better call the major.'

'Hey Tommy, check this thing out.' Bates was staring down at the floor in the corner of the room.

'Now what do you suppose that is?' Pagoolas patted an armored hand on the PFC's shoulder. 'Looks like a drawing of this place.'

'What d'you mean?' Bates asked.

'Well, look. The outline here is an octagon, and there are several more octagons inside it, but smaller,' Tommy noted. 'And look here— there are big circles at the corners where the towers are on the big thing up top.'

'I see, and here's a big circle in the middle like the biggest tower in the middle.' Bates nodded that he understood.

'But what the hell is it used for?' Nicks turned a full circle, looking at the construction on the ground and kneeling to feel it. The drawing was more than just a drawing. 'Looks like circuitry.'